Don’t cite the words
I see that you wrote.
You cannot prove truth
in your personal quote.
That book that you read?
You inverse the pages
to prove themselves
in fallible stages.
But I’m less convinced
as time carries on,
since I’m out of the box
you’ve so delicately drawn.
If you’d left it open
to stories that teach
I wouldn’t have left,
in search of high reach.
We suffer from guidance
meant for elite, pious few
and more of us leave
for greener pastures that grew.
Instead of evolving
with knowledge and breadth,
you’ve fallen behind
in self-righteous missteps.
Now it’s hard to believe
that there’s good underneath
when I’ve seen all the hurt
that’s armed to the teeth.
You call it your truth,
but truth’s not subjective,
and like a cult, we can’t leave
because our family’s infected.
So, try as I might
to reason all doubt,
I feel pulled to just leave
in the wake of devout.